'How are you, Mr. Kenyon?' he said. 'I am very pleased to meet you again. The terror of our situation on board that ship does not seem to have left an indelible mark upon you. You are looking well.' 'Yes,' said John; 'I am very glad to be back in London again.' 'Ah, I imagine we all like to get back. By the way, it was a much more serious affair than we thought at the time on board the _Caloric_.' 'So I see by the papers.' 'How is your friend? He seemed to take it very badly.' 'Take what badly?' asked John in astonishment. 'Well, he appeared to me, at the time of the accident, to feel very despondent about our situation.' 'Oh yes, I remember now. Yes, he did feel a little depressed at the time; but it was not on account of the accident. It was another matter altogether, which, happily, turned out all right.' 'I am glad of that. By the way, have you made your report to the directors yet?' 'Yes; we were at a meeting of the directors to-day.' 'Ah, I could not manage to be there. To tell the truth, I have made up my mind to do nothing with those Ottawa mines. You do not know what action the Board took in the matter, do you?' 'No, they merely received our report; in fact, they had had the report before, but there were some questions they desired to ask us, which we answered apparently to their satisfaction.' 'Who were there? Sir Ropes McKenna was in the chair, I suppose?' 'Yes, sir, he was there.' 'Ah, so I thought. Well, my opinion of him is that he is merely a guinea-pig--you know what that is? I have made up my mind to have nothing more to do with the venture, at any rate. And so they were pleased with your report, were they?' 'They appeared to be. They passed us a vote of thanks, and one or two of the gentlemen spoke in rather a complimentary manner of what we had done.' 'I am glad of that. By the way, William, you know Mr. Kenyon, do you not?' The young man looked round with an abstracted air, and gazed past, rather than at, John Kenyon. 'Kenyon, Kenyon,' he said to himself, as if trying to recollect a name that he had once heard somewhere. 'I really don't----' 'Tut, tut!' said the old man, 'you remember Mr. Kenyon on board the _Caloric_?' 'Oh, ah, yes; certainly--oh, certainly. How do you do, Mr. Kenyon? I had forgotten for the moment. I thought I had met you in the City somewhere. Feeling first-rate after your trip, I hope.' And young Mr. Longworth fixed his one eyeglass in its place and flashed its glitter on Kenyon. 'I am very well, thanks.' 'That's right. Let me see, your business with the London Syndicate is concluded now, is it not?' 'Yes, it is done with.' 'Ah, and what are you doing? Have you anything else on hand?' 'Well, that is what I wish to see you about.' 'Really?' 'Yes; I--you remember, perhaps, we had some talk about a mica-mine near the Ottawa River?' 'On my soul, I don't. You see, the voyage rather--that was on board ship, I suppose?'